romance

  • A Few Missing Frames

    A Timetraveler’s Side Quest. The Fool, “as she likes to call herself, when she is venturing into something new”, has returned. Not quite to where she left from, of course. Time has been busy while she was away. More than two and a half years, can apparently be both an age and barely a moment,…

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  • #Notes From A Time Traveller To speak of disenchantment is to speak of dissolution in expectation. The Time Traveller has walked through many ages and discovered that The Fool did not discover that every guide was wise, but that wisdom and titles are not the same thing. Through every century, she sees the scenery change,…

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  • A Timetraveler’s Side Quest. The Curious Incident of the Heart That Isn’t Finished Yet. And this quest is not about romance, as it may not be standing at the station waiting for me, but the questions I find so hard to ask might be travelling on a nearby platform. So the fool who returns at…

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  • A brief observation on how people sometimes meet an older version of you, and the moment when recognition finally catches up.

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  • The Case of Gentleman Jack 3 Last night, the Time Traveller visited the Seer, someting all time travellers have to do! The peculiar, not old, just a woman living where the cliffs meet the sea, in a crooked cottage full of peat smoke, old maps, and the atmosphere that makes people accidentally tell the truth.…

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  • A time traveller drops her notebook and is briefly spellbound by an unexpected moment of connection. Between words, memory, and presence, she rediscovers the romance of being seen and the simplicity of feeling alive.

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  • The Case of Gentleman Jack When the archaeologist holds the remains of past ages, what stories pass through their fingers?The time traveller must borrow archaisms if she is to be heard at all, to prevent time from editing meaning into misread stories, so that others might hear what she heard. She took to a gambol…

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  • Wandering in early-morning thought, I began to ponder this little musing. We have become sloppy and careless.We have lost the skill to understand poetry,or even to stay with what we are reading and hearing. We speak without thought.We build strong bodies, cultivate minds, and learn to understand our emotions…But where is eloquent language?In what writing…

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  • From Mythic Intelligence to Epistemic Justice:

    The Lady of the Lake Speaks Her wisdom does not allow imperial-minded restriction,where fear destroys what it cannot control,and then calls the ruin protection. To speak of autism is not a story from the Book of Invasion.But a plea to the folk, to educate themselves, to loosen their grip on old beliefs that turn naming…

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  • In the last days of the year, when the turning of the sun was very short and the nights stretched like ink, there lived a Lantern who did not yet know it was a Lantern. It had always been told it was too bright, too strange, too reflective. When storms came, people covered it instead…

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